Hear ye, Hear ye.

Let it be known - I like my rock. I like it loud. I like it hard. I like it dirty (before comparisons are drawn, I can assure you that my women need not fit these criteria).

But recently I've got me some new music!

I have recently acquired Dido's latest, Safe Trip Home. And I'm enjoying her first single from that album, "Don't Believe In Love" a little more than I'd like to admit.

I know. I surprise myself.

Bah. Maybe it's my age catching up with me. You get mellower as you grow older right? Eric Clapton doesn't play guitar with the same fire and thunder that he had when he was in Cream. Pearl Jam does not incur the same feelings of rebellion like they used to. And Jeremy isn't as hardcore as he'd like to think he is.

Probably doesn't help that Dido is playing RIGHT THIS MOMENT.

You know what, scratch that. I'm putting in AC/DC's Back in Black right now.

Well, maybe not right now. But right after I listen to "Don't Believe in Love" one last time.

Maybe.

Jere